Seasons of Home

If home was the seasons: If Spring was home, the sound of mud splashing in the street, the laugh of children playing, all bring joy to my heart. Animals are being born, spring break is almost up! But nothing is better than going home in Spring. If Summer was home, vacations arise. The delicious flavor of popsicles run down my throat. Oh boy! Wouldn't a vacation be nice! The sound of the waves on the beach brings peace to my ears. But nothing is better than going home in Summer. If Autumn was home, the falling leaves sway in the wind as pumpkins grow. The weather is getting colder and school is about to begin. The teachers prepare to welcome students. Going back to school is rough but nothing is better than going home in Autumn. If Winter was home, the warmth of my family all gathered around the tree would make everyone feel like they can be anybody. The fire would roar, the turkey would scream but most importantly all the little children would be having fun in their home. Airports are packed, everyone is getting sick, vacations are canceled. But nothing is better than going home in the Winter. People don't realize but home is very different from a house. I hope everyone has somewhere to call home.